Hill, unaware that he had just passed a major test in his life, finally calmed down after copying an entire book. He had worked it out at last: he played games to have fun, and so did everyone else.
They simply enjoyed different things. There was no need to make a fuss.
In life, you gained some things and lost others. So what if he couldn't follow all their schemes? He had an almost cheat-like ability to sense emotions, and his instincts were sharp. Plotting against him would be next to impossible.
On the screen, the Undead were still advancing at a slow pace. Hill didn't know how many people had figured out Xue Yunfeng's move afterward, but the result was plain: most Undead guilds were cooperating a little better.
Hill now suspected that when Rainfall on the Mortal Realm called Old Dog's move "killing two birds with one stone," he hadn't meant that Old Dog had taken a swipe at those girls. He had meant that Old Dog was making an example of them.
Otherwise, after a full day and night of such tedious marching, who knew how many people would have caused trouble?
Even those who had died and revived had caught up and returned to their guilds. They followed along obediently. Apart from a few who went to collect their assigned Purple Worms, hardly anyone wandered through the ranks. Even the girls who liked to complain had barely said a word.
They weren't leading the column anyway. They only had to follow and could use the time to look at other things. That was one of the nice things about games: if you had no grand ambitions, no one thought you lacked drive. Everyone played their own way.
The Fairies' spring festival, meanwhile, was drawing to a